Code 810: Disappearance of the Diatmica

Chapter Thirty Seventy

“There may be me throwing my money away for free,” Gilen said then widened.

“So what rewards do you really expect from Diatmika, sir?“ dalmar asked to find out.

“Working here, in this art gallery is a reward he has to pay me . But..”

Gilen fell silent without continuing his words and played his fingers so focused.

Dalmar scrunched his forehead when he heard Gilen, his upper hand breaking the sentence he said.

For a long time the room was silent without a word, without a sound of a boycott either from Dalamr or from Gilen who seemed at the beginning of their chat was the most active storytelling.

“According to you, is there someone in our office who is in frequent contact with detectives?“ gilen asked starting another topic.

“You mean talk? All I see, it looks like a recessionist up front who often talks to the two detectives,” Dalmar replied.

“Isn't it his job to receive guests?! Does he talk a lot outside of S.O.P?“ ask Gilen.

“To my knowledge, he only often spoke with both detectives in the context of his work,” Dalmar replied.

“Then, not in the person.“

Gilen held his chin with his right hand and was left immersed in his own way of thinking without involving Dalmar.

“I can't imagine anyone who might betray you sir,” said Dalmar who was barely listened to by Gilen.

Gilen's head was still filled with question marks and the possibility of who was the eyes and ears of the two detectives in his office.

The clever Dalmara reads the situation opts for him and lets Gilen sink deeper into his own thoughts trying to find answers to the questions he asks himself.

“What need?“ dalmar asked the man standing in front of Gilen's room.

“Eeh... eeh.“ someone who stood trembling in front of the door of Gilen's room could not give an answer.

“You eavesdropped on your conversation!?“ dalmar asked in a high tone and tried to contain his anger.

“Ti— no sir. My sa— is only... “ the vibrating sound of the person standing in front of the door of Gilen's room is heard clearly.

“Don't fuck ya you!“ dalmar's clasping made him even more frightened.

Gilen who was still sitting on his couch upholding his seat was still trying to find out who was behind the door of the room that was still partially closed until the person who was being scolded by Dalmar could not be seen from dalmar's sitting point of view.

After several times trying to find out from where he was sitting but Gilen but he also could not see who was there.

“Who is mar?“ ask Gilen.

“This sir, one of the employees here,” Dalmar replied without changing his position at all.

Hearing Dalmar's reply, Gilen began to think of something in his head.

Then Gilen decided to see for himself who Dalmar meant. He stood up and stepped closer to the door whose handle was still held by Dalmar.

Getting closer to the door Gilen began to look at the person bit by bit until he finally saw the person as a whole.

“Sarah! What are you doing here?“